Peerless little Shennong

Chapter 198 The sour taste

Lu Xiaobei's forceful attack pushed Zhang Meng to a desperate situation. The gentlemen are all very face-saving, especially in front of so many people.

Fight!

Zhang Meng secretly encouraged himself, brought a glass of white wine to his mouth, and drank it down like a hippopotamus drinking water.

The spicy baijiu seemed to deliberately make things difficult for Zhang Meng, but it burned his mouth, throat, and esophagus, and finally entered his stomach all the way.

In the first cup, Zhang Meng didn't give up, and his fighting power was quite tenacious.

People from the Thirteenth Taibao let out an exclamation, and then cheered Zhang Meng up.

"Brother Meng, continue, you can do it!"

"Brother Meng, hold on, there are four cups left, you are the pride of our Thirteen Taibao!"

Zhang Meng wiped his mouth and calmed down for a while, then continued to pick up a glass of white wine.

If you drink this cup, it will be the third cup.

Three cups in twos and threes, the difference between three cups is one catty.

Compared with Lu Xiaobei, he has the advantage of having a drink. He blows a whole bottle for a catty, and even if Zhang Meng drank six glasses in a row, he is still two taels behind Lu Xiaobei!

So Zhang Meng had no choice, if he wanted to defeat Lu Xiaobei, he had to finish the six cups before talking about the two taels.

The difficulty of drinking this cup has come up, Zhang Meng gritted his teeth and forced himself to drink it down, almost pinching his nose.

In addition, he drank a lot of beer before, and now Zhang Meng's face is flushed, and there is a violent reaction in his stomach.

It is no exaggeration to say that Zhang Meng felt as if his stomach had been put into an alchemy furnace, being scorched by alcohol.

"Brother Meng, come on, you are our pride!"

"There are three more cups, you can definitely do it!"

People from the Thirteenth Taibao are very optimistic about Zhang Meng, but only Zhang Meng knows that if he continues to drink, he will definitely die.

But even so, Zhang Meng still gritted his teeth and raised the fourth glass of white wine.

Looking at the white water in front of his eyes, and smelling the pungent aroma of the wine in the cup, Zhang Meng felt that the baijiu was really horrible to drink for no reason.

Some people say that baijiu is to be tasted and drunk, which is absolutely true.

Three or five friends sit together, pour a cup into a small urn, take a mouthful of half a tael or one tael, eat seven cents of food and drink three cents of wine, this is the correct way to drink.

Open up to drink, the first glass of baijiu is very fragrant for those who drink well, the second glass for those who can drink it will feel a little bit fragrant, and the third glass, it's ok!It is no longer fragrant, so I insist on pouring it down.People who can drink this amount basically have a drinking capacity of about eight taels a catty.

If you continue to drink, you should basically rush to the level of spitting wine.

These basically declare a truth, the more you drink the liquor, the worse it tastes, and Zhang Meng is in such a state.

It's the fourth cup, and Zhang Meng really can't hold on anymore.

His head was already swollen and dazed, his eyes were blurred, his whole body was extremely uncomfortable, his stomach was already churning, and two villains were fighting in his mind.

One said to spit it out!The one who vomits what the hell is vomiting, but it's amazing!
This is the truest portrayal of Zhang Meng's heart. He really wanted to vomit, but there were still two glasses of white wine in front of him, and these two glasses of white wine stood in front of him like two big mountains.

The brothers of the Thirteenth Taibao noticed Zhang Meng's abnormality, and hurried over to persuade him.

"Brother Meng, how are you? Would you like some tea?"

"Brother Meng, take it easy, or we will admit defeat!"

"Yes, admit defeat! Don't ruin your body anymore!"

The boss, Xu Fei, didn't say a word, he folded his hands and smoked a stuffy cigarette, and he had already judged the end of Zhang Meng's doom.

No one is stupid, and one can tell at a glance that Zhang Meng's state is at the end of his rope.

Xu Fei really didn't expect that he would lift a rock and shoot himself in the foot. He was the one who proposed the wine fight, but now Zhang Meng is ruined. This time he was very unsuccessful, which made Xu Fei very annoyed.

He frowned and thought about something, his mind was spinning fast, he had to get his face back.

Xu Fei wasn't worried about Zhang Meng's life or death at all. Drinking would mean going to the hospital, and spending money was easy.

As everyone knows, this time Zhang Meng is not just entering the hospital!

Some people let it go, but he must die, and Zhang Meng is doing it now.

Zhang Meng, who was about to gnaw his teeth, stretched out his hand to reach for the glass on the table, but suddenly felt that the white wine glass in front of him seemed to be shaking.

It can be seen that he really drank too much!If he drank any more, he should probably call an ambulance to take him away.

"Brother Meng, stop drinking, your hands are shaking!"

"Brother Meng, please, if you continue like this, I can only call an emergency number and call an ambulance!"

The brother of the Thirteenth Taibao hurriedly grabbed Zhang Meng, and refused to let him drink any more.

However, people who drink too much can't be persuaded. People who drink too much are basically the boss of the world and the second child.

Zhang Meng pushed the person who blocked him away, rubbed his eyes, grabbed the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

It's just that this glass of white wine wasted a lot, and most of it flowed down the corner of his mouth into his neck and clothes, and very little could be drunk into his stomach.

But even so, after Zhang Meng drank it, he couldn't stand still, and the cup fell to the ground, and it was completely broken.

"Zhang Meng, stop! You are no match for him!" Xu Fei finally couldn't stand it any longer, and stopped him with words.

"No...it's okay Boss Xu, I...I can still drink, no...I can't admit defeat!" Zhang Meng couldn't even complete a sentence, and he was still timid to finish dozens of words.

"Take him to the hospital!" Xu Fei greeted the two of them.

"Okay, Boss Xu!" The monkey who poured the wine stood up and called for a person to help Zhang Meng to take him to the hospital.

At this moment, Zhang Meng couldn't bear it anymore, his mouth twitched, his cheeks bulged, and he vomited.

The sour taste permeated instantly, and the whole private room was filled with a musty smell of bad food.

"Oh shit, brother, you spit on my shoes!"

"This taste is too sour, why bother?"

"Hurry up and get rid of it!" Xu Fei really couldn't stand the smell, he covered his nose and waved his hand.

Zhang Meng was dragged away, his eyes were blurred, he vomited so thoroughly that the food in his stomach was still pouring out from the corner of his mouth when he left.

Vomit was everywhere, and the smell in the private room was extremely bad. Xu Fei asked people to open the window quickly and called the waiter to help clean it.

When the fresh air came in and the waiters cleaned up, most of the students in the private room couldn't sit still.

The reason why he couldn't sit still was very simple, because if anyone wanted to stay, Xu Fei might use it as a shield to compete with Lu Xiaobei.

Everyone is not stupid, and a few members who are not members of the Thirteen Taibao escaped on the pretext of urgent business.

One said that the stepmother gave birth to a child, and the other said that the father was sick. Anyway, there are various reasons, and there are as many reasons as you want.

For this, Xu Fei could only scold him bitterly, he had no choice but to control the brothers of the Thirteenth Taibao, but the others only came to the party because of his majesty. Those who come here to flatter me will not be of any use if they stay.

Xu Fei could see that, if he wanted to beat Lu Xiaobei fiercely, he had to rely on his brother, and he had to do it himself. It was pure nonsense to count on these generals.

Lu Xiaobei sat there calmly, blew on two bottles of white wine as calmly as if he hadn't drunk it, and couldn't help but impress the rest of the people in the private room!

(End of this chapter)